syncopated.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Thursday, January 26, 2006of dt, cny, imsomnia and rachels
of dt, cny, imsomnia and rachels
dream theater was special.kwong, i wore shorts cuz i knew i would be jumping.We move in circles
Balanced all the while
On a gleaming razor's edge
A perfect sphere
Colliding with our fate
This story ends where it begani told myself during the concert that
"from now on it's one month of explosions, mogwai"
i can only say i've failed miserably.
cny is moving along rather well. 4 days of staying in the whole morning. yesterday, for the first time in my memory, people came to visit my parents for the better part of the day. i think easily 50+ pple came through our doors.
dad was re running some bee gees live reunion dvd on the screen. in between songs, someone, either from the audience or over the phone, would get the chance to talk to them.
so, what do you say when someone suddenly comes up to you and says 'you're the greatest', 'you're absolutely fabulous', or 'you've changed my life'? surely just smiling and says 'thanks' isn't sufficient?
it just doesn't do justice to all that you've done, or to the show of appreciation he/she is showing.
mahmood's daughter sarah is in acs ib too.hoodah.. . .Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it ok
There's always one reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seep from my veins
Let me be empty and weightless
And maybe I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort heremet this rachel while having dinner with uncle john and mrs regina tan. j2 in tjc, used to be in sailing. the interesting thing is that she claims to have sent me and greg home from nsc some years back.
Strummed at 10:03 AM (x)
recap
2h40min of both phy and econs on wednesday.
alistair is probably one of the teachers i take a most liking to. cuz he's just... refreshingly different.
he came into class, switched the lights off, and for the better part of the first half hour talked to us from the back corner of the room.
heard all the things about knowing before, but it just sounds different coming from him.justify your existence.
the following is taken from the last few pages of the tok handbook.
ib humor checklist
read all the items below. check off all that apply. wait a month. repeat and compare until:
a - all items are checked
b - you graduate or quit ib
c - you die
d - you are pulled from the matrix
whichever comes first.
"you know you're in ib when...
2. you say the same sentence over and over again, not realising you've said it before.
4. while writing a tok paper, you begin to actually understand the material.
5. you and reality file for divorce.
8. you yell, 'stop touching me!' even though you are the only one in the room.
9. you can finally spell 'baccalaureate' (or is it 'bacclaureate'?)
11. you talk to yourself in the 3rd person.
16. your books weigh more than you.
27. you can take a nap while walking to your next class.
29. making coffee takes too long, so you just eat the beans.
31. you think MTV means mass, temperature and volume.
38. yourbrainissooverloadedthatyouforget
thesimplestthingslikebrushingteethand
goingtothetoilet.
39. you managed to write a 4000 words essay on 'my dog eats my homework'.
44. you actually ask a foreigner, 'excuse me, how do you get to orchard rd?'
and so on.
lavender's so jumpy.
so... an attempt to summarise the more memorable events of the past few weeks. excerpts from a log.23/12my roomates (maxi and quek) are making me terribly jealous for what i lack.
though i've almost forgotten how fun it is to lie in bed and talk cock for hours on end into the night.
if i could be like that
i would give anything
just to live one day in those shoes
if i could be like that
what would i do
what would i do
capsized a lot today in about 18 knots of wind.
giba is not very fun to work with. there's this tense silence at dinner... sigh.24/12
salt in the eyes.
sore throat.
sting on the knee.
scarred finger.but i'm happy.
sit further back... and take control!
victoria demonstrating the most efficient way of stretching your sail.
maxi's depressing everyone (he so happens to be captain). says that he didn't need to come down to aus with us, indeed didn't want to, that he's wasting his time here. furthermore, he's lovesick over this christmas.
according to him, he was forced to come to 'babysit' us - giba organised everything this year, yet it's also his first time. sanders wanted him to look after everything and make sure nothing goes wrong.
but, dear max, you don't have to bring everyone down with you as well. babysitters don't whine, do they?
afternote: he's also been very pissed off at giba, calling him shithouse and all, for messing up logistics and other stuff.26/12
giba's reasoning for training on both xmas and boxing day:
